A naked wife is taken to the forest to be fucked...
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A naked wife is taken to the forest to be fucked...
Beware, as of October 1st 2025 in Florida this is illegal unless you have permission from the person whose face you are using and they must be over 18. It is a felony. Just be aware is all I am saying.
She knows how to present herself in the best light...
From time to time my wife sends me a photo report about how she spends her time...
My wife, Elena, and I were vacationing in a large oceanfront resort town. One evening, while we were having dinner in a cozy restaurant, a man sat down next to us. After a brief conversation, he announced that he was a representative of a local gangbang club and that they were inviting us to attend their meeting. They were offering good money for it. He wrote the amount owed on a napkin with a pencil. Elena and I exchanged glances; I was already in agreement, and Elena didn't hesitate long before agreeing. The man raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a man immediately ran up with a package and placed it on the table—cash. We filled out the agreement, and they handed us the entire amount, telling us to expect us the following day at 6 PM at a certain address and asking us not to be late.
The next day, we visited expensive boutiques and entertainment centers, indulging in everything we couldn't afford before.
The next day, we visited expensive boutiques and entertainment centers, indulging in everything we couldn't afford before.
The thick wad of cash felt like a brick in my pocket, a constant, thrilling reminder of what we’d agreed to. I tightened my grip on Elena’s arm as we stood before the unmarked door. Her skin was hot beneath my fingers, a live wire of nervous energy. Fuck, she’s beautiful when she’s this wound up. “Ready, baby?” I murmured.
She just nodded, her eyes wide, a flush creeping up her chest. I knocked.
The man from the restaurant opened it instantly, a slick smile on his face. “Right on time. Excellent.” His eyes raked over Elena, hungrier than they’d been over dinner. “Come in. Quick review. You,” he said, pointing a finger at me, “lead her to the couch, hand her over, and then you become a ghost. You watch. You do not speak. You do not interfere. Understood?”
“Understood.”
He turned to Elena. “And you, my beautiful investment, you do whatever they want. The show ends when we say it ends. Then a few photos, and you’re free to go, all debts paid. Clear?”
Elena’s voice was a shaky whisper. “Yes.”
“Good. They’re waiting.”
He stepped aside, and the scene hit us like a physical blow. The room was dim, lit by low red lights, and smelled of sweat, musk, and antiseptic. A deep, plush sectional sofa dominated the space, and on it, leaning against it, surrounding it, were at least fifteen men. Their collective gaze was a tangible weight, a wave of pure, undiluted lust aimed squarely at my wife.
Fucking hell. My own cock throbbed in my pants. This was really happening.
I led Elena forward, her heels tapping a nervous rhythm on the concrete floor. Every eye followed her, stripping the little black dress from her body with their imaginations. I stopped at the edge of the couch. A large, bald man with thick arms patted the cushion in front of him. “Right here, sweetheart.”
I looked at Elena. Her fear was a sharp, intoxicating scent. I gave her arm a final squeeze. “Have fun,” I whispered, my voice rough. I released her and stepped back into the shadows, my pulse hammering.
The bald man didn’t waste a second. His hands were on her, one snaking around her waist to pull her down onto his lap, the other gripping the zipper at the back of her dress. The metallic zzzzip cut through the room’s quiet murmur. He peeled the dress down her shoulders, exposing the black lace of her bra. A collective, low groan went up from the crowd. Another man, younger with hungry eyes, moved in, grabbing the hem of her dress and yanking it down her legs. Shhk. The fabric slid over her hips, her thighs, her calves. She kicked off her shoes, and she was left in just her bra and a tiny black thong, her body pale and trembling under the red light.
“Fuck, look at her,” someone grunted.
The bald man’s thick fingers hooked into her bra straps, dragging them down her arms. He unfastened the clasp and her tits spilled free, her nipples hardening instantly in the cool air. A soft gasp escaped her lips. The man buried his face between them, his rough beard scratching her soft skin as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Slurp. Glllk. The wet, obscene sound made my mouth go dry.
The younger man was on his knees, his fingers hooking into the sides of her thong. He pulled them down her legs, and the scent of her arousal, sweet and musky, bloomed in the space between them. She was completely naked now, displayed for everyone. Her hands came up to cover herself, but the bald man caught her wrists, pinning them behind her back.
“None of that,” he growled. “We paid to see all of you.”
Another man, already naked with a thick, veiny cock standing straight up, stepped forward. He grabbed a handful of her hair, not hard, but firm, and guided her mouth toward his dick. “Open up, gorgeous. Show me that pretty mouth.” Elena’s eyes flickered to me for a split second, wide and dazed, before she obeyed, her lips parting. He fed his cock into her mouth, the fat head pushing past her lips. Glrk. She gagged instantly, tears springing to her eyes, but he held her head steady, starting a slow, deep rhythm. Schlup. Glrk. Schlup.
The bald man beneath her wasn’t idle. He spat into his palm, a thick ptoo, and slicked up his own cock before guiding it to her soaking wet cunt. He didn’t tease. He just gripped her hips and pulled her down onto him in one brutal, claiming thrust. Squelch. The sound was filthy, a wet, sloppy noise of penetration. Elena screamed around the cock in her mouth, a muffled, desperate sound that morphed into a guttural moan as he started to pound up into her. Slap. Slap. Slap. His balls smashed against her ass with every thrust.
The man fucking her mouth picked up his pace, his hips pistoning. Glrk-gulp-slrk. Spit dripped from her chin, coating her neck and tits. I could see her throat working, struggling to take him. “That’s it, take it all, you fucking cocksucker,” he grunted, his fingers tightening in her hair.
She just nodded, her eyes wide, a flush creeping up her chest. I knocked.
The man from the restaurant opened it instantly, a slick smile on his face. “Right on time. Excellent.” His eyes raked over Elena, hungrier than they’d been over dinner. “Come in. Quick review. You,” he said, pointing a finger at me, “lead her to the couch, hand her over, and then you become a ghost. You watch. You do not speak. You do not interfere. Understood?”
“Understood.”
He turned to Elena. “And you, my beautiful investment, you do whatever they want. The show ends when we say it ends. Then a few photos, and you’re free to go, all debts paid. Clear?”
Elena’s voice was a shaky whisper. “Yes.”
“Good. They’re waiting.”
He stepped aside, and the scene hit us like a physical blow. The room was dim, lit by low red lights, and smelled of sweat, musk, and antiseptic. A deep, plush sectional sofa dominated the space, and on it, leaning against it, surrounding it, were at least fifteen men. Their collective gaze was a tangible weight, a wave of pure, undiluted lust aimed squarely at my wife.
Fucking hell. My own cock throbbed in my pants. This was really happening.
I led Elena forward, her heels tapping a nervous rhythm on the concrete floor. Every eye followed her, stripping the little black dress from her body with their imaginations. I stopped at the edge of the couch. A large, bald man with thick arms patted the cushion in front of him. “Right here, sweetheart.”
I looked at Elena. Her fear was a sharp, intoxicating scent. I gave her arm a final squeeze. “Have fun,” I whispered, my voice rough. I released her and stepped back into the shadows, my pulse hammering.
The bald man didn’t waste a second. His hands were on her, one snaking around her waist to pull her down onto his lap, the other gripping the zipper at the back of her dress. The metallic zzzzip cut through the room’s quiet murmur. He peeled the dress down her shoulders, exposing the black lace of her bra. A collective, low groan went up from the crowd. Another man, younger with hungry eyes, moved in, grabbing the hem of her dress and yanking it down her legs. Shhk. The fabric slid over her hips, her thighs, her calves. She kicked off her shoes, and she was left in just her bra and a tiny black thong, her body pale and trembling under the red light.
“Fuck, look at her,” someone grunted.
The bald man’s thick fingers hooked into her bra straps, dragging them down her arms. He unfastened the clasp and her tits spilled free, her nipples hardening instantly in the cool air. A soft gasp escaped her lips. The man buried his face between them, his rough beard scratching her soft skin as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Slurp. Glllk. The wet, obscene sound made my mouth go dry.
The younger man was on his knees, his fingers hooking into the sides of her thong. He pulled them down her legs, and the scent of her arousal, sweet and musky, bloomed in the space between them. She was completely naked now, displayed for everyone. Her hands came up to cover herself, but the bald man caught her wrists, pinning them behind her back.
“None of that,” he growled. “We paid to see all of you.”
Another man, already naked with a thick, veiny cock standing straight up, stepped forward. He grabbed a handful of her hair, not hard, but firm, and guided her mouth toward his dick. “Open up, gorgeous. Show me that pretty mouth.” Elena’s eyes flickered to me for a split second, wide and dazed, before she obeyed, her lips parting. He fed his cock into her mouth, the fat head pushing past her lips. Glrk. She gagged instantly, tears springing to her eyes, but he held her head steady, starting a slow, deep rhythm. Schlup. Glrk. Schlup.
The bald man beneath her wasn’t idle. He spat into his palm, a thick ptoo, and slicked up his own cock before guiding it to her soaking wet cunt. He didn’t tease. He just gripped her hips and pulled her down onto him in one brutal, claiming thrust. Squelch. The sound was filthy, a wet, sloppy noise of penetration. Elena screamed around the cock in her mouth, a muffled, desperate sound that morphed into a guttural moan as he started to pound up into her. Slap. Slap. Slap. His balls smashed against her ass with every thrust.
The man fucking her mouth picked up his pace, his hips pistoning. Glrk-gulp-slrk. Spit dripped from her chin, coating her neck and tits. I could see her throat working, struggling to take him. “That’s it, take it all, you fucking cocksucker,” he grunted, his fingers tightening in her hair.
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A third man moved in, kneeling beside the couch. He grabbed her face, turning it toward him, and shoved two fingers into her mouth alongside the cock. Glllck. She choked, her body convulsing, which only made the bald man groan louder beneath her, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Fuck, her cunt’s clamping down on me like a vice!”
The kneeling man pulled his wet fingers from her mouth and trailed them down her body, over her heaving tits, down her stomach, circling her asshole. He pressed a single, insistent finger against the tight ring of muscle. Elena tensed, shaking her head, a pleading noise in her throat. He just spit on his fingers again and pressed harder, working the tip in. A sharp, pained cry was torn from her. He pushed deeper, his finger sinking into her ass while another man was in her cunt and another in her mouth. She was completely filled, a Triple fucking penetration.
The sensation was too much for the man in her mouth. He roared, his body stiffening. “Gonna fucking cum! Swallow it, you slut! Swallow every drop!” His cock pulsed deep in her throat. Splurt. Gurgle. Splurt. I could see her Adam's apple bobbing as she desperately tried to swallow. Thick white cum leaked from the corners of her stretched lips.
The bald man wasn’t far behind. “Oh fuck, I’m filling this married pussy up!” he grunted, his rhythm breaking into a frantic, jerking spasm. Splurch. Pump. Pump. He held her hips flush against his, emptying himself inside her with a long, shuddering groan.
They pulled out of her, their cocks slick and glistening. Elena collapsed forward, gasping for air, dripping with sweat and spit and cum. But it was far from over. Another man was already there, his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down so her face was buried in the couch cushions, her perfect ass in the air. He spat on his cock, aimed it at her well-fucked cunt, and drove into her with a brutal thrust. SMACK. Squelch.
“My turn,” he grunted, setting a punishing pace. Another man sidled up, rubbing the head of his cock against her cum-smeared lips. “Clean me off, whore. Get it nice and wet for your ass.”
The kneeling man pulled his wet fingers from her mouth and trailed them down her body, over her heaving tits, down her stomach, circling her asshole. He pressed a single, insistent finger against the tight ring of muscle. Elena tensed, shaking her head, a pleading noise in her throat. He just spit on his fingers again and pressed harder, working the tip in. A sharp, pained cry was torn from her. He pushed deeper, his finger sinking into her ass while another man was in her cunt and another in her mouth. She was completely filled, a Triple fucking penetration.
The sensation was too much for the man in her mouth. He roared, his body stiffening. “Gonna fucking cum! Swallow it, you slut! Swallow every drop!” His cock pulsed deep in her throat. Splurt. Gurgle. Splurt. I could see her Adam's apple bobbing as she desperately tried to swallow. Thick white cum leaked from the corners of her stretched lips.
The bald man wasn’t far behind. “Oh fuck, I’m filling this married pussy up!” he grunted, his rhythm breaking into a frantic, jerking spasm. Splurch. Pump. Pump. He held her hips flush against his, emptying himself inside her with a long, shuddering groan.
They pulled out of her, their cocks slick and glistening. Elena collapsed forward, gasping for air, dripping with sweat and spit and cum. But it was far from over. Another man was already there, his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down so her face was buried in the couch cushions, her perfect ass in the air. He spat on his cock, aimed it at her well-fucked cunt, and drove into her with a brutal thrust. SMACK. Squelch.
“My turn,” he grunted, setting a punishing pace. Another man sidled up, rubbing the head of his cock against her cum-smeared lips. “Clean me off, whore. Get it nice and wet for your ass.”
The man behind Elena, fucking her cunt with raw, animalistic thrusts, pistoned into her with a rhythm that shook her entire body. Slap-slap-squelch. Each impact sent a jolt through her, her full tits swinging heavily beneath her. The new cock at her lips, slick with another man’s release, pressed insistently. “Clean it, you filthy bitch,” the man grunted, tapping his glistening head against her mouth. “Lick your husband’s friend’s cum off my dick.”
Elena’s tongue, obedient and weary, flicked out. Slurp. The taste was bitter, salty, a potent mix of strangers that should have revolted her. Instead, a low, broken moan vibrated in her chest. She took the head into her mouth, her lips stretching as she sucked the length clean, her own arousal a fresh, slick flood between her legs. Glllk. Slrp.
“That’s it,” the man moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Now get it wet for that other hole.” He pushed forward, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth, testing her gag reflex. She took it, her throat relaxing, opening for him. Schlup. Glrk.
The man in her cunt wasn’t satisfied. His grip on her hips was vise-like, his thrusts growing shallower, faster. “Fuck, she’s dripping all over me,” he snarled. “But I want that tight little ass next. Who’s stretching it for me?”
A fourth man, lean and muscular with a cruel smile, stepped forward. He was already hard, his cock a rigid, angry red. He poured a stream of cool lube over his fingers and then onto her asshole, the liquid trickling down her inner thigh. Splish. His thumb circled the clenched, tiny rosebud, pressing with relentless pressure. Elena whimpered around the cock in her mouth, a sound of protest that only made the men chuckle.
“Shhh, sweet Elena,” the new man cooed, his voice a dark promise. “Just relax. This is what you’re here for. This is what you fucking paid for.” His thumb pressed inward, a sudden, burning intrusion that made her back arch. A strained gasp was choked off by the dick in her throat. He worked his thumb in and out, a brutal, quick stretching. Squish. Pop.
He pulled his thumb free and replaced it with the blunt, broad head of his cock. He positioned himself, nudging against her. “Hold her steady,” he commanded.
The man fucking her mouth held her head immobile. The man in her cunt drove deep into her one last time and held himself there, pinning her in place. Elena was trapped, utterly vulnerable, her world reduced to the sensation of being filled and the anticipation of being torn open.
The lean man pushed.
It was a white-hot spear of pain, a blinding stretch that stole her breath. A raw, ragged scream was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. He didn’t stop. He leaned his weight into her, his hips meeting the full, pale curves of her ass with a loud SMACK. He was buried to the hilt in her rectum, a deep, impossible fullness. Fuck, he’s so deep.
For a moment, there was only the harsh sound of breathing and the wet squelch of her overstretched ass. Then, the man in her cunt began to move again, his cock sliding through her slick channel. Squoosh. The dual sensation was overwhelming, a deafening feedback loop of pleasure-pain-pleasure. Each thrust into her cunt shoved her forward onto the cock in her ass. Each withdrawal from her cunt dragged her back onto the cock in her mouth.
Elena’s tongue, obedient and weary, flicked out. Slurp. The taste was bitter, salty, a potent mix of strangers that should have revolted her. Instead, a low, broken moan vibrated in her chest. She took the head into her mouth, her lips stretching as she sucked the length clean, her own arousal a fresh, slick flood between her legs. Glllk. Slrp.
“That’s it,” the man moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Now get it wet for that other hole.” He pushed forward, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth, testing her gag reflex. She took it, her throat relaxing, opening for him. Schlup. Glrk.
The man in her cunt wasn’t satisfied. His grip on her hips was vise-like, his thrusts growing shallower, faster. “Fuck, she’s dripping all over me,” he snarled. “But I want that tight little ass next. Who’s stretching it for me?”
A fourth man, lean and muscular with a cruel smile, stepped forward. He was already hard, his cock a rigid, angry red. He poured a stream of cool lube over his fingers and then onto her asshole, the liquid trickling down her inner thigh. Splish. His thumb circled the clenched, tiny rosebud, pressing with relentless pressure. Elena whimpered around the cock in her mouth, a sound of protest that only made the men chuckle.
“Shhh, sweet Elena,” the new man cooed, his voice a dark promise. “Just relax. This is what you’re here for. This is what you fucking paid for.” His thumb pressed inward, a sudden, burning intrusion that made her back arch. A strained gasp was choked off by the dick in her throat. He worked his thumb in and out, a brutal, quick stretching. Squish. Pop.
He pulled his thumb free and replaced it with the blunt, broad head of his cock. He positioned himself, nudging against her. “Hold her steady,” he commanded.
The man fucking her mouth held her head immobile. The man in her cunt drove deep into her one last time and held himself there, pinning her in place. Elena was trapped, utterly vulnerable, her world reduced to the sensation of being filled and the anticipation of being torn open.
The lean man pushed.
It was a white-hot spear of pain, a blinding stretch that stole her breath. A raw, ragged scream was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. He didn’t stop. He leaned his weight into her, his hips meeting the full, pale curves of her ass with a loud SMACK. He was buried to the hilt in her rectum, a deep, impossible fullness. Fuck, he’s so deep.
For a moment, there was only the harsh sound of breathing and the wet squelch of her overstretched ass. Then, the man in her cunt began to move again, his cock sliding through her slick channel. Squoosh. The dual sensation was overwhelming, a deafening feedback loop of pleasure-pain-pleasure. Each thrust into her cunt shoved her forward onto the cock in her ass. Each withdrawal from her cunt dragged her back onto the cock in her mouth.
